Auction.

Last night I went to an auction at our local fairgrounds to warm up after freezing out at a Social Security seminar all day.
It was 105 degrees out, and inside it must've been at least 165, but I didn't really mind.

Some of us came prepared for the heat.

Many of us found a place to sit down after awhile.

But oh the treasures that could be found!

There is a subculture within our culture here.
A community within a community of sorts.
And so I come.

And catch up.

And shop.

We elbow each other, and dream of the possibilities of winning.
Shawna, I can't believe I let you have those suitcases. Especially the turquoise one!

We contemplate how much to bid, what to eat at Sharon's Rollin' Kitchen parked out front, and how much sweat is running down our backs turning our t-shirt into a tie-dyed swirl of sweat for all the auction world to see. Wait, maybe that's just me???

Others bring their babies.

If and when I get bold enough, I may take my camera again because I love it so much.

In the meantime, I need to sort through the five boxes I brought home.
They'll be a show and tell soon. :)